Commanding an audience had never been an issue it seemed. Rousing the patrons of the tavern had been childsplay. While it had taken a few rounds to engage the warden, he was convinced to join in the fray of bastardising some Ferelden ballad. Frankie would shake his head, best he could with the violin in hand. [color=#c14700]“I positively will not allow such a thing!”[/color] Truthfully, the warden’s voice was the best among the bunch, unless the bard himself accompanied in places. The place had regained its missing essence as song and laughter rang through the air.
As Frank smiled to himself, he’d find his eyes searching for someone. He’d no idea who, only that if he found them among the crowd he’d know them. Their identity would resonate with some chord within him and finally, someone would know him. Yet, painfully again, it was not to be. Not a face among them rang any bell, lift any fog from his mind about who they were and who he was.
He’d let another musician take the lead, reaching but swaying some, to take a deep and long draw of his pint.
As Frank smiled to himself, he’d find his eyes searching for someone. He’d no idea who, only that if he found them among the crowd he’d know them. Their identity would resonate with some chord within him and finally, someone would know him. Yet, painfully again, it was not to be. Not a face among them rang any bell, lift any fog from his mind about who they were and who he was.
He’d let another musician take the lead, reaching but swaying some, to take a deep and long draw of his pint.
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